Thoughts

I used to put my thoughts to rest.

They would begin with a capital letter, swirl around commas and end up in a pretty period.

And then there was space in my brain for new words and for things, and for doing because the thoughts had been neatly put away.

I have no time to tidy up these days and my thoughts keep circling the edges of my head. Over and over, the same words, the same feelings, run over me for hours with no end.

It’s exhausting to think the same thing six hours straight.

I like comments as much as I like naps. And I LOVE naps.